part 1) what do you know
#1 of stor
This is my first time writing a story like this, so there will be error's, so thank you for choosing this story, enjoy) =)
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He was a 15 year old dragon with beautiful red eye, and black scaled skin. He was about 5,6, and a little muscular, not big, but decent size for someone of his age. He was wearing blue jeans, and a black shirt with an eye on the front of it. I just kept staring at him with no end in to it, he was so gorgeous, and only a few feet away.
"Mark Anderson, can you answer my question." I quickly snapped out of my hypnotic stare and turned my head to the front of the classroom. Everybody look back at me as the teacher pointed me out. I was a husky with grey and white fur and I was a little shorter than the dragon, and the same age as well. I had on shorts and a purple shirt with grey X on it, also I was a little skinny which mean I'm not athletic. I never was called on in class before, but it was the last day of school before summer so a lot can happen. "So Mr. Anderson, my question." "Yes...no...... I pass." I just folded my arm and laid my head on my desk still staring at the front of the class.
"Ok, the question was: what you plan to do over the summer." She stood up was wondering who to pick to answer first. The whole classroom became totally silent, many eye darted around the room, and not at the teacher. Finally someone work up the nerve to raise their hand and answer the question, and who else, but the lovely dragon. "Yes, Mr. Spencer." Zane spencer, my gay crush, yes that right I'm gay if you didn't gather. I really didn't worry about what he said because I was too distracted by his beauty to listens.
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I stopped by my locker after class to pick up the rest of my stuff since it the end of the year. I scrambled through the junk in my locker to see what to throw away, and what to keep. Thankfully I never really used it as much as other so no important crap was in there, but there was one thing. I had a sketchpad I use a lot to draw anything I saw that was interesting to me. There was drawing of plants, scenery, my house, and manly of a specific dragon. "Zane, if you only knew." Just as I said that some jerk pushed me, and made me drop my sketchpad. "Whoops, my bad, fag." He said as he walk further down the hall. Yes, just about everybody knows I'm gay, how they know I will tell another time.
After I pick up my sketchpad, and pulled out the last of the papers I was going to throw away I closed my locker, and threw them away. I turned away from the trashcan, and stared walking down the hall. I couldn't help, but think something bad would happen, and just like that something had to happen. "Heads up." Those words echoed through my head for a second until a balloon filled with pink paint landed on the back of my head. The whole hallway busted out with laughter, and a few gasp from some people. The pink slime mixed in with my fur, and stained the back of my head. I just stayed silent, and shivering, I just clench my eye together, and stared to cry. This kind of thing always happens to me, and I just because of one lifestyle choice. After I had stop sobbing I turned around to see who had thrown the paint balloon, it was some coyote kid laughing his ass off halfway down the hall.
"So! Like the new look! It matches the rest of you."
As I Grinded my teeth together in anger at the laughing prankster, and at his annoy friends as they laugh as well, my anger fled from my body when I notice a friend of mine. Most of the other kid stop laughing, except for the coyote that was still laughing unaware of what was about to happen.
"Huh? What going on? Why is it so quiet?" the coyote look around at everyone wondering why they everything was silent.
"I don't know, Maybe they caught the scent of your breath, and decided to hold their breath before they vomited."
The coyote could only stand frozen in fear of voice that came from behind him as if it was his worst nightmares come to life. The coyote turned around to see who it was that haunted him from behind.
"Oh, hay Marshal, what's up?"
Marshal, one of the most feared kid in the entire school, and one of the only humans that go to this school too. Marshal was a tan, black boy that was about 6,7 with soled black eye, and brown sugar color hair, also he is skinny he was extremely strong, but you couldn't tell by his appearance. He was wearing, red and black training pant, and a black insane clown possess t-shirt with a red hatchet man on the back of it. Marshal was one of those kids that no one notices unless they do something big to get attention, well begin the protector of a gay made him stand out. The time everyone found out about me they all turned on me, and made me the odd one out. They all just saw a dog that they could make fun of, but not Marshal he came to the rescues that day, and many after that. Marshal would always be there to have my back, or to fight them back just like a good friend, or a brother.
"Nothing much." marshal stared at the scared fur with no expressions, and then he peered over at me to see me covered in pink paint, and my tears. He could always know if something was wrong especially while my eye where a reddish color and that one of the thing that made him mad.
"I see now." Marshal said looking back at the coyote. "You're playing a joke, right." marshal let out a little chuckle. "That right, just a joke man." The coyote let a chuckle as well, and so did his buddy. Marshal then placed his hand on the coyote's shoulder, and then look him in the eye's with the same blank expression as before.
"Or, do you think it funny to make others suffer?"
Marshal tightened his grip on the coyote shoulder.
"Well, do you think it's funny?"
The coyote stared to feel the pain in his shoulder from marshal's grip, and quickly try to get him to let go, but it was pointless, Marshal Hand was permanently attached to the coyote.
"You haven't answered my question; do you think it funny to make others suffer?"
Marshal continued to tighten his grip on his shoulder, but the fool did not stop trying to get free from his hand. The coyote resorted to biting down hard marshal arm, but marshal let out a sigh, and with a little of his strength tightened his grip until he heard a cracking sound.
"AAAAAAAA, YOU Basted, GOD!" after Marshal let go of him he held his shoulder with a look of total anger, and agony on his face. Marshal look around the hall to see the shocked, modified, and surprised face in the hallway looking at him.
Marshal didn't care about them, he then walked pass the disabled bully, and came straight to me.
"C'mon dude, you need to wash that paint out of your fur."
Marshal and I walk until we were out of the crowd's sight, but I could still feel the angered look from behind me.
"You alright." One of coyote buddy helps him up and took him to the nurse.
"Don't worry, will get them" he whispered to his friend as they stared down a hallway.
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The sound of running water filled the empty bathroom with a little sound. I was struggling with the paint in the fur, but Marshal just sat on the edge of the sink next to me. He never helps me with the small stuff like the paint, he just fought for me most of the time, but that was one of the major problems.
"Marshal." He turned his head a bit, and starred at me. "Will you ple...." Marshal stop me half way by giving me a terrify stair.
"No, and that my final answer, you should not be fighting anyway, so therefor I have no reason to each you, and that is that." Marshal crossed his arms, and stared at the ground.
"You're not always going to be there, and thing won't get easier" I pick up a towel, and dried my neck, and the back of my head fur.
"You're correct, I'm not always going to be there, but violence won't solve your problems." Marshal came off the edge of the sink, and headed for the door to leave the bathroom. "Don't worry." Marshal look back at me with the same bored look on his face. "Things will get better, ok." A smiled formed on my face, and I just nodded to what he told me. "Good ...oh, by the way, have you asked him yet."
I lost my smile, and look at the ground in embarrassment due to the fact I had not even talk to him.
"No, I haven't talk to him yet, I'm still really nervous, and what if he isn't, and beats me up like everyone else" Marshal chuckled and left the bathroom without saying a word and making me nervous, but it made me feel safe as well.
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The hallway was a little bit quieter than it was before, so everybody was in class right about now. Marshals words just echoed thru my head, does he really think things will get better for me, after all of the other things that have happened. My older brother and sister basically disowned me when they found out about it. My mom still accepted me no matter what; she loves me with all her heart, especially after my dad died. Someone was shooting in gang fight when he was walking home from work, and he died that day from a bullet to the heart. All that plus my mom, and dad side of the family have talk to us since they heard I was a homosexual as well, so they abandoned us. Thing have gone downhill for me, and my family, but I have a feeling thing will get better soon.
I was walking down the hallway to my last class of the day, it my favorite class, art I love it. I was one of school best artist; I stared really drawing a lot after everyone found out. It turned from a hobby into what I do to blow off steam, and even get some scholarships for.
When I was turning the corner to my class the first thing I see are those lovely red eye of the dragon of my dream. Most people would past me up, or bump into me for no reason, but he stopped me, and stared for a little bit, then he smiled, and went around me.
I stood there for a few minutes thinking, could Zane be, until the bell rang, and snap me out of my frozen state. I shoot into the room like a lightning bolt, and sat at my seat still questing if I should have stop Zane, and ask him, but I needed to wait.
Then Marshal Words came rushing back to me once again.
"Things will get better" a smile slid across my face, and then I knew things would get better.